Rejected Slave To The Alpha by Gory Anna
Chapter 93

Chapter 93

Chapter 93.

Aisha’s POV.

“I wished….. I wished….,” she said, her voice breaking. Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks, and I felt my heart twist in disgust. What was wrong with these people? Why were they so caught up in their own drama that they couldn’t see through her?

“Take a deep breath,” Nelly said, her voice soothing. The woman nodded, sniffling as she wiped her

eyes.

“I just don’t know how to control myself,” she said, her voice soft.

“I’m heartbroken.” I could feel myself getting more and more frustrated. I wanted to scream, to tell her to get it together, and get the f uck out of this room.

“Shhh….calm down,” Nelly said, her voice was calm and steady, and it seemed to have a soothing effect on the woman. She nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to compose herself.

The room was silent for a few moments, and I found myself getting more and more irritated with the whole situation. My mind kept drifting to how different I would have handled this if it had been

me.

I had no patience for this kind of drama, and I could feel my temper starting to flare. I could sense danger around the woman, and I wasn’t sure why. There was something about her that didn’t sit right with me.

“Why the tears?” Nelly asked, her voice gentle as she caressed the woman’s hands. But I was too distracted to hear the woman’s response. Harry’s voice called out from behind me,

“Babe?” I turned to look at him, raising my eyebrows in question. “Do you mind stepping out?” he asked.

I shook my head. I wasn’t about to leave this room. I was too invested in knowing what this woman.

wanted.

“Are you sure?” Harry pressed. I nodded, turning my attention back to the woman and Nelly. I could feel the tension in the room rising.

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” she said, her voice breaking. “My pack banished me. They said I was a disgrace, and I wasn’t welcome there anymore.”

Nelly looked at her with sympathy, but I couldn’t help but feel a sense of disgust. The woman was clearly playing on Nelly’s soft heart, using her sympathy to manipulate the situation. It was frustrating to watch, and I found myself playing with my hair in annoyance.

“That’s awful,” Nelly said, her voice full of compassion. But I just couldn’t bring myself to feel the

same way.

“I wish I had died when your car hit me,” the woman said, her voice quivering. “What’s the point of

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living if I don’t have anyone? I’m all alone.”

I scoffed, my eyes rolling as I let out a weary sigh. This woman was getting on my nerves, and I was ready for this whole situation to be over. But Nelly just had to be Nelly.

“Don’t wish death on yourself,” she said, her voice soft and soothing. “This life is beautiful. There’s always a reason to live.”

I put my hands on my head, shaking it in disbelief, oh my oh my, how long do I have to bear this.

Nelly turned to Kex. “Please,” she said, her voice pleading. “Can we let the lady stay with us for a while? She’s clearly in a bad place, and I just want to help her.” Kex looked at her, then at me, then back at her.

“I’m not sure if it’s a good idea.” I interjected, my voice rising. “I think it’s a terrible idea! She’s clearly not stable, and we don’t know anything about her.”

“She needs help, stop being childish?” Nelly said, rolling her eyes. I stared at Nelly, my mouth

agape.

“Are you serious?” I asked, my voice incredulous. “This woman is a wreck! She’s clearly unstable, and you’re trying to reason with her?”

Nelly shot me a look, and I could tell she was getting frustrated with me.

“I’m trying to be compassionate,” she said. “I’m not trying to fix her, I’m just trying to help her see that life is worth living.”

I sighed, knowing that Nelly would never see things from my perspective. But I couldn’t help but feel that she was being naive.

“I can’t do this,” I said, my voice breaking. “I can’t be here any longer.”

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I heard them call my name, but I ignored them, turning on my heel and rushing towards my room. I slammed the door behind me, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt the rage boiling inside of me, and before I could stop myself, I let out a loud scream. The door flew open, and Harry rushed in, his face full of concern.

“Please, just let me be alone,” I said, my voice shaking. I couldn’t deal with this right now.

He kept coming closer and closer, and I felt my frustration building to a boiling point.

“Harry, I want to be alone!” I yelled. But he didn’t listen. He grabbed my arms, his grip gentle but

firm.

“Talk to me, Aisha,” he said, his voice soothing. “You can’t just leave like this.”

“I want to be alone,” I repeated, my voice beginning to shake.

I didn’t want to talk about it, I didn’t want to deal with it. I just wanted to be left alone. But Harry wasn’t having it.

“Harry, I don’t want us to fight, just go,” I said, in a calm voice, hoping he would understand.

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Before I could process what was happening, Harry’s l*ps crashed into mine. His k*ss was urgent, demanding. his l*ps fighting for dominance. Then he broke away from me, a smirk playing on his l*ps. I raised my eyebrows, my wolf wanted him now.

“Should I still leave you alone?” he asked, his voice low and husky.

“Idiot,” I mumbled, pulling him closer to me.

I began to k*ss him back, hungrily, and I felt him respond in kind. I wanted to forget about everything else, to lose myself in this moment.

My legs felt like they were on fire, the heat coursing through my b*dy. My n*pples hardened, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I broke away from the k*ss, breathless, and I watched as he began to unbutton his shirt.

“Baby girl, relax,” he said, his voice low and soothing. But it only made me want him more. I could feel the tension between us, like an electric current, and I craved the release.

“I’m all yours,” he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. My n*pples hardened beneath my

clothes.

I pulled him closer, unable to contain my desire any longer. Our bodies came together, and I felt his hands exploring my b*dy, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

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His hands moved up my b*dy, his fingers grazing my breasts. I bit my l*p to stifle a moan, but it was no use. My b*dy was on fire, and I couldn’t hold back my reaction. He raised my skirt fingers brushing against my thighs and his hands shoved inside my pants, carrssing my pus sy.

You’re so wet already,” he said, his voice low and husky. I groaned, my b*dy tensing with anticipation.

He sl*pped two fingers inside me, and I gasped, my entire b*dy quivering with pleasure. I was lost in him, in the moment, completely consumed by desire.

As his fingers moved in and out of me, I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. My grip on his n*eck tightened, and I couldn’t contain the moans escaping from my l*ps.

“I’m about to c um,” I whimpered. He k*ssed me harder, his l*ps urgent against mine. Suddenly, I felt myself teetering on the edge, and I cried out his name. And then, just as I was about to reach my peak, there was a knock at the door.

“Who’s there?” I yelled, my voice h oa rse. But the voice on the other side was one I didn’t didn’t

expect.

“It’s me, the woman from the road,” she said, her voice trembling. “Please let me in.”

I looked at Harry, my mind racing. Why was she here?